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miscellaneous deuce spade headcanons

he eats food in the stupidest yet most endearing way possible. he grips his utensils in a fist - fingers curled around the handle of the utensil with the thumb underneath… like a fist (ykwim im so bad at explaining it but it makes sense once u see it </3). lovingly, he shovels food into his mouth like that. it’s slightly jarring watching him eat food, but the way the corners of his lips slightly curve up makes up for all (most) of it

“why do you eat food like that”

“like what?”

he cannot eat spicy food if his life depended on it. he’s the classic; face has a rosy flush, eyes glaze over and he starts sniffling. his body hates him whenever he eats spicy food too, can’t catch a break fr - he’s not the “salt and black pepper is spicy” but the “if you add a small pinch of dried chili flakes i will be heaved over in pain”

“dude stop eating, your whole face is like redder than the housewarden’s hair”

“but you- you made this— for me-”

he definitely has piercings, nothing drastic though. probably a lobe, upper lobe, and a helix back from his delinquent days. initially at the beginning of the year, he didn’t wear any of them. he really wants that good boy (tm)-picture perfect-student of the month-honor student but later on in the year he starts wearing earrings. (its cuz the prefect said they were cool)

“where’d you get the piercings?”

“…”

“i pierced myself…”

probably owns chain necklaces LMFAO tiktok eboy silver/black jewelry. i mean he looks good in them, genuinely. he gets slightly (very obviously) embarrassed wearing them - gets reminded of when he was a bad boy(tm)

“deuce you look so emo right now”

“can i take these off now,,,”

“NAH LEMME TAKE A PIC FIRST”

likes sour candy. yeah, that’s it. lemon heads, toxic waste, warheads, etc. he loves them. keeps a handful of lemon heads in his bag to occasionally snack on (do not tell riddle), i feel like he bites through hard candy too instead of sucking on them. no particular reason, you just turn around and he’s crunching on some hard candy the prefect gave him

“hey deuce can you-“

crunch

“did you just bite down a whole fucking lemon head”

randomly copies the noises around him - based off his mrow line during history lessons LMFAO he hears birds chirping? he’ll unconsciously copy them via whistling. dog barks? he barks back. cat meows? he meows back. ace avidly makes fun of him for it but heyyy he cant help it. has tried to get himself to stop copying random noises he hears (it never works)

cat meowing in the background

“mreoww”

“…”

“pft deuce-“

“don’t tell ace…”

tldr: deuce is an idiot and we love him <3

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hopeless romantic riddle!

x gn!reader

riddle who's always thought about romance when he was a child. wondered if it really was like in the books— would he fall in love at first sight? would the light hit them just right, forming a halo around their head as though they were an angel. would there be metaphorical roses gently floating down from the sky— the moment soft and perfect. would he look into another person's eyes and think they were the one.

or would it be slow and gradual. would he slowly start to realize how his heart quickens when their hands touch. would he make excuses such as study sessions and hangouts to be with them. would he watch them from afar and try to convince himself that they were only friends, only to recognize his denial was futile.

and would there be mutual pining? would they fall for him as he did, or would he have to try and capture their heart and prove his worth to them as a partner, as a lover?

but he didn't have time to daydream and romanticize his life now. his mother had found out what he was reading during the few breaks he had and insisted that romance was useless. he only needed to focus on his studies and follow the rules.

....

it's been a while since his overblot. still a stickler for rules but he's learned to be more lenient— accepting. towards others and himself.

trey had convinced him to pick up romance books again. 'you loved these types of stories didn't you? used to talk about them when we were kids.'

and so he began reading them again. every night before bed while sipping tea, he would read love books he checked out from the school's library.

he almost forgot how much he loved them, how much he fantasized. how he daydreamed and wondered when he would find his one and only.

they were all so comforting and beautiful to him. someone who can accept you for who you are, someone who didn't mind his flaws and when he made a mistake. someone he could talk to— someone he could lean on. and someone who would do the same to him.

the late-night talks, the early morning tea, baking together, learning things about each other.

he wonders once again when he'll find his one and only.

....

it was slow and gradual, just like in the books.

the flutter of his heart when your eyes' meet. the red on his face when your hands' touch. the excuses, the study sessions. it was all there.

and so was the denial.

but the moment that removed every defense he had was when he woke up and found you in heartslabyul's kitchen. frying what seemed like sunny side up eggs and toast with an apron that said 'kiss the cook!'. tea was on the counter, hot and steaming.

when he asked why you were up so early, your answer was simple.

'i wanted to eat breakfast with you.'

....

it isn't easy to unlearn everything that was taught to you as a child. that the only thing that mattered was following the rules.

but it's been a while since his overblot, and he's becoming lenient. to others and himself.

and you've successfully cemented a plate right in the center of his fragile little heart. he isn't as reluctant as he should be when he realizes he doesn't mind.